Su Yiwan looked confused, she couldn't believe it and said, "Have you been here?" ”

"Ahem." Yan Lancang coughed, reluctant to mention it.

But Su Yiwan suddenly looked at him, her pupils continued to dilate, and she said in disbelief: "You won't be the boy who peeked at me taking a bath at that time, right?" ”

She withdrew from his arms, her face turning crimson as soon as the words fell.

Yan Lancang put the rag aside, put his hands on his waist, looked at her with a straight face: "I went upstairs to find a toilet at that time, and it was the next person who told me to go upstairs and turn left, who knew that I turned in the wrong direction." ”

"Then you're a voyeur too." Su Yiwan said with a red face.

She remembered when she was a child, when she was in the shower, when a little boy broke in, she got up in fright and slapped him so that he lost his balance, "plopped" into the bathtub, and pressed her into the bathtub and almost drowned.

"Yan Lancang, you actually ......" The more she spoke, the more panicked she became, and she turned around and left.

Just walked two steps, the waist was hugged by the man, the man held her in his arms, Yan Lan said in a hoarse voice: "Mrs. Yan, don't be angry, if you are really angry, then I will let you see it back?" ”

"Who's going to see you?" Su Yi said angrily.

Unexpectedly, Yan Lancang and her actually knew each other when they were young, but she never knew that the person who peeked at her taking a bath and threw her down in the bathtub would actually be him.

No wonder after she returned to China, she always felt that he was very familiar.

It turned out that in addition to stripping her naked abroad, he also did that kind of thing when he was a child.

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and she said angrily, "Have you been thinking about me for a long time?" ”

"Hmm." Yan Lancang replied in a low voice.

Su Yiwan looked at him and admitted, she suddenly laughed out loud, and the man held her little hand when he saw this, held it tightly and rubbed it, and said in a low voice: "How do you feel?" ”

Her thoughts were pulled back, and seeing that the entire Su Mansion had returned to its original appearance, she subconsciously raised her feet and walked upstairs, pushing open the door.

A familiar smell came to her nose, but the faint fragrance brought back her childhood memories.

"It's a taste that mom likes." Su Yiwan said in disbelief.

She staggered in, the bedroom almost exactly the same as before, her eyes falling on the table, an old photograph in front of her.

"My mother?" Su Yiwan picked up the photo frame in disbelief.

Although the above photo is hand-drawn, it is almost lifelike, and her expression is almost vivid, and her lips move.

Tears rolled down her eyes, she held her breath and said in a dumb voice, "How could you ......"

"The room was arranged by Aunt Gu." Yan Lancang said in a low voice.

Su Yiwan was a little surprised, and heard Yan Lancang say in a low voice: "Although she is like a child now, she seems to be unforgettable about your mother's affairs, and it is not difficult to arrange it." “

"As for the painting, I can only trace the side I saw back then....... Yan Lancang said in a low voice.

Before he finished speaking, Su Yiwan suddenly stood on tiptoe, blocked his thin lips with a small mouth, put his hand on his shoulder, and pressed the man's tall body against the door panel.

"Hmm." The man was kissed by her, and the overwhelming kiss hot passion hit.

Su Yiwan's enthusiasm burned the man like a fire, her hand swam restlessly, against the man's chest, rubbing it gently, and the man's thin lips went all the way down.

Downstream down her neck, landing on her collarbone, whispered; "Su Yiwan, you're playing with fire."